The night slowly descended.
The lights of the Shanghai Television Base lit up one after another, illuminating the set as if it were broad daylight.
From afar came the sound of busy footsteps and low conversations of the staff, enveloping the air with a tense yet orderly atmosphere.
Inside the dressing room, under the warm yellow light.
Tang Song stood before the full-length mirror, accepting the costume handed to him by a staff member, putting it on piece by piece.
A dark gray three-piece English suit, with a lightweight, soft white shirt underneath.
The clothes fit perfectly, with smooth lines hugging his form, accentuating his broad shoulders and narrow waist, enhancing his already handsome features.
Combined with his confident and distinguished demeanor, he looked more like a star than a star itself.
It was evident from the amazed glances the makeup artists gave him as he walked out of the dressing room.
